It’s almost 8:00pm. I am waiting at the Chateau Rouge metro station deep in Paris’ 18th arrondissement for Phillip, an American expat and craft beer aficionado. The neighbourhood is called Goutte d’Or, which translates to ‘drop of gold’, and it ain’t exactly the Paris you see in postcards. It’s residents are mainly North African and sub-Saharan. People scurry past me while eating freshly roasted corn on the cob. It’s noisy, crowded and alive. While I wait, three armed gendarmerie officers bound up the stairs from the metro and converge on a hooded man selling things on the corner of the street. Shortly after, Phillip arrives. It is here, in this dynamic community, that renegade brewmaster Thierry Roche is fermenting his own drops of gold…